Selene

A MONTH HAS PASSED since the dust settled, and life has gone back to normal. I like normal.

I mean it. After everything that happened—the chaos, the danger, the constant adrenaline—normal feels good. Safe. I wake up, go to the healers’ compound, tend to patients, come home to Seth. Simple. Predictable. Perfect.

I’m grabbing my bag from my office, ready to head out after a long shift, when I hear a voice.

“Selene.”

I turn and see Marina leaning against the doorframe, but there’s nothing casual about her. Her dark hair is pulled back in that severe style she favors, and her sharp, green eyes assess me with an...